Pet peeves. We all have them. Nails on a chalkboard. Hundreds of unopened emails in your inbox. Someone replying to your text by calling you instead. They’re liable to make you go insane. Mine is food-related, of course. I can’t stand it when a brand labels their food as having some novel flavor, but it actually doesn’t. For example, champagne-flavored truffles. If I can’t detect a hint of bubbly, then I will go all-out Miranda Priestly on you… CHAMPAGNE! Where’s my champagne?! You’re not going to Paris! And don’t get me started on the Sriracha-flavored potato chips without a hint …